But cause thou hear'st the mighty king of Spain Hath made his Inigo marquess, wouldst thou fain Our Charles should make thee such? 'Twill not become All kings to do the selfsame deeds with some! Besides, his man may merit it, and be A noble honest soul! What's this to thee? He may have skill and judgement to design Cities and temples: thou a cave for wine, Or ale! He build a palace: thou a shop With sliding windows, and false lights atop! He draw a forum, with quadrivial streets: Thou paint a lane, where Thumb the pigmy meets! He some Colossus to bestride the seas, From the famed pillars of old Hercules: Thy canvas giant, at some channel aims, Or Dowgate torrent falling into Thames, And straddling shows the boys' brown paper fleet, Yearly set out there, to sail down the street! Your works thus differing, troth let so your style: Content thee to be Pancridge earl the while; An earl of show: for all thy work is show: But when thou turn'st a real Inigo; Or canst of truth the least entrenchment pitch, We'll have thee styled the marquess of Newditch. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHANSON D'AUTOMNE by PAUL VERLAINE ON THE DAY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY TITUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON UNGRATEFULNESS by GEORGE HERBERT BROWNING AT ASOLO by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |